Alina sat on the edge of her bed, staring at the dim glow of the city outside her window. The weight of Adrian’s words pressed against her chest like a vice.
_"Ask him who gave the order."_
Damon hadn’t denied it. He hadn’t fought to clear his name. He had just stood there, silent, the truth bleeding from his expression.
Her father had died because of him.
Her hands curled into fists as fresh tears burned her eyes. How could she have been so blind? She had known Damon wasn’t a good man—he had never pretended to be. But she had believed in him, in the man beneath the power, beneath the violence. She had convinced herself that she could live with his darkness, that she could handle the monster lurking beneath his carefully controlled exterior.
But this?
This was unforgivabl
